Tennis: I have inherited the king's legacy and I am invincible

Chapter 125 Tianyu in Despair

"Ding, congratulations to the host for triggering the mission: Get one point from Echizen Nanjiro. Reward: 1 Hero Heritage of your choice."

However, at this moment, Tianyu had no time to care about what the system reminded him.

There was a gleam of indomitable spirit in his eyes, as if he wanted to fight back all the frustrations. Tianyu had never suffered such an injustice before.

He took a deep breath and tensed all the muscles in his body, as if every nerve was preparing for the attack.

Tianyu swung his arms, his movements were smooth and powerful. It was the muscle memory formed after countless times of practice and had become his instinct.

However, when the dream cannon once again rushed towards the opponent with a breath of destruction, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and was once again easily resolved by Nanjiro's seemingly casual attack.

At this moment, Tianyu's heart sank to the bottom.

He realized that his strongest serving skill - Dream Cannon - was so vulnerable in front of Nanjiro and was completely useless.

This was a heavy blow to his faith! In the past, the invincible inherited skills had actually become ineffective.

But he did not give up. He had more than just the fantasy football skill.

So, in the next game, Tianyu gave up using the fantasy cannon and instead adopted the most simple serving method.

He puts all his effort into every ball, striving for perfection in every detail.

However, even so, Nanjiro's return was still as elusive as a ghost, making him feel powerless every time.

Tianyu began to doubt whether there was really an insurmountable gap between him and Nanjiro.

In the blink of an eye, the score has changed to "1-0".

For Tianyu, the situation at this moment is undoubtedly extremely serious. If he cannot break the deadlock, he will not be able to get a point from Nanjiro.

Of course, what really made Tianyu despair was that Nanjiro could easily hit back his serve, but he could not hit back Nanjiro's return ball at all.

However, when Tianyu tried to meet those returns with strong spin and speed, he found that he was always just a hair's breadth away.

That small distance was like an insurmountable chasm between him and tennis. No matter how hard he tried, he seemed unable to cross it.

Sweat slid down Tianyu's forehead, dripped onto the court, and evaporated instantly.

His breathing became rapid and his eyes became unfocused, as if he had lost his target.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

He knew that he couldn't fail here. This was a rare opportunity to challenge the legend.

Finally, Tianyu opened his eyes, and his look became more determined.

He adjusted his stance, took a deep breath, and prepared for Nanjiro's serve.

However, what made Tianyu extremely confused and puzzled was that Nanjiro did not choose to pursue the victory.

Instead of displaying a suffocating offensive force, he leisurely served out a seemingly mediocre and non-threatening serve.

This serve was more of a deliberate disregard than a tactical mistake.

It flew straight towards Tianyu's forehand position, as if provoking Tianyu.

Tianyu stared at the slowly approaching tennis ball, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He didn't say anything, but the anger of being despised was quietly growing in his heart.

He felt as if he was put in a position where he was looked down upon and was treated with an attitude that was almost like charity by the other party.

However, he was not too angry. After all, the other party was Echizen Nanjiro and had the qualifications.

He took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his mentality, and placed the racket firmly on his waist, like an ancient warrior about to draw his sword, exuding a restrained and powerful aura.

At this moment, another huge shadow appeared behind him.

With a low roar, Tianyu swung the racket violently, and a powerful force gathered on the tennis ball, which was instantly wrapped in blue light. Like a meteor streaking through the night sky, it rushed straight towards Nanjiro with unparalleled power.

Faced with this sudden and fierce attack, a hint of surprise flashed in Nanjiro's eyes.

But he was a world-class player after all. He quickly adjusted his posture and, with his extraordinary reaction speed and superb technique, hit the tennis ball with blue light back steadily.

At this moment, he put away any contempt he may have had before, because he had realized that the little guy in front of him seemed to be no simple matter.

"15-0."

Nanjiro's voice remained calm, but in his heart he had already begun to re-examine Tianyu's strength.

He saw clearly what had just happened.

Another blue shadow suddenly flashed behind Tianyu. It was a blue-haired swordsman dressed in white and holding a long sword.

Nanjiro couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Wow, another extra-dimensional skill! How many extra-dimensional skills does this guy have?"

……

Next, the game entered a one-sided phase again.

The overall score was "5-0" and the minor score was "40-0".

Match point for Nanjiro.

Longma's eyes were filled with disbelief and deep shock. He stared at the two people on the field who were in completely different states, with complex emotions surging in his heart.

Not long ago, the senior Tianyu who had easily defeated him was now...

However, at this moment, Senior Tianyu seemed like a different person. He was struggling against his father Echizen Nanjiro in an unprecedented embarrassed posture.

In this way, he had a clearer understanding of Echizen Nanjiro's strength.

……

Tianyu's breathing became rapid and heavy. He tiredly supported his trembling legs with his hands. Sweat slid down his cheeks like rain, dripping onto the dry ground and being absorbed instantly.

This was the toughest match he had ever faced in his tennis career, and it was also the first time he felt such deep frustration and powerlessness.

Longma watched quietly from the side, feeling mixed emotions.

Even if he was stupid now, he understood that Nanjiro had never played tennis with him seriously.

Of course, even facing such a huge gap, Tianyu still did not give up.

He looked at the inherited skills of Cheng Yaojin and Ying Zheng on his data panel, and his eyes gleamed.

"It's almost time for me to strike back! I'm going to use my strongest form to win even a single point!"

Nanjiro was a little curious, because at the beginning, Tianyu had another dimension that looked like an emperor.

He was confused as to why Tianyu hadn't used it even until the last point.

Although it felt very strange, he was not worried. Tianyu on the opposite side was already so tired that it was basically impossible for him to score a point.

Nanjiro felt relieved instantly. He saw clearly how his son was treated last time, and now he could finally take revenge.

(Tianyu:???)